Theater: Quick, Watson, the Fix

Baker Street is one up on Professor Moriartyit kills Sherlock Holmes.

This Holmes is a kind of boy's man whose greatest joy is tinkering with
his chemistry set. In musical terms, he is a drab, antiseptic,
kissproof cousin of Henry Higgins. He has his brain on his brain, and
he incessantly makes love to it in Fritz Weaver's croaking brand of
talkee-singee"just a loaf of bread and a cryptogram, this were
paradise enow."

Enow is what the show conspicuously lacks. It certainly does not have
enow dancing or enow music. The Baker Street Irregulars test the
floorboards occasionally and the boards hold. Three...